campus journalists

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Present Mic/Toshinori/Aizawa with an s/o that has trouble controlling a dangerous quirk?

Present Mic:

  • Even though he knows it’s dangerous would tease them/push them to set off their quirk.
  • Would encourage them to work on controlling it but doesn’t push it.
  • Brings up constantly how it could be used to get rid of things like some pesky little journalists on campus…
  • Would use any minor mishaps they have for his radio show and would do anything in his power to stop anything major from happening.


  • Offers a source of support to them without judgement.
  • Is their hype man 100 percent. Gives them a lot of little pep talks and tips on how to better control it.
  • Would further damage his body to stop them from doing anything that they would regret.
  • Doesn’t ever make them feel like they can’t get it under control or that they are awful for not being able to control it. 


  • That scarf is always ready 24/7 to stop them.
  • Would be very forward about how he feels about them using their quirk as they are(probably not the best feelings).
  • Supportive of their efforts to get better at controlling their quirk.
  • One on one training sessions with a super strict teacher are going to fill their days. 

Louis makes a big show of sizing them up in their reflection in the window, stroking his imaginary beard. “Well,” he says slowly, “I am, obviously, a handsome Dutch prince who’s escaped from my handlers to have a real commoner experience in the bustling metropolis of Manchester, England.”

“Mhm,” Harry nods seriously, “Go on.”

“You, young Harold, are the campus journalist who is ‘assisting’ me on my quest- only, I don’t know you’re a journalist, I just think you’re a sexy and rather oblivious man who is kindly showing me around campus. You’re actually planning on writing a shocking expose on me, only-”

“I’m falling in love with you.”

Louis’ entire world stops turning.

“Sorry?” he feels faint.

“I’m planning on writing an expose, but I’m falling in love with you. That’s what you were going to say, right? It’s just the plot of Roman Holiday.”

“Yeah,” he says, but his body is on autopilot and his brain is stuck on I’m falling in love with you.

“I like that you cast yourself as Audrey Hepburn,” Harry squeezes his hand and I’m falling in love with you.

“I am, after all, a very classy lady.” I’m falling in love with you.

“A timeless beauty.” I’m falling in love with you.

“Great hair, too.” I’m falling in love with you.

There’s a pause, in which nothing can really be heard except for Louis’ loudly beating heart and the crescendo of spinning cycles, and then Harry leans over to whisper in Louis’ ear.

“I am, though. You know?”

I’m falling in love with you.

“Yeah,” Louis says before he can stop himself. “I think- like, me too, maybe.”

I’m falling in love with you.

—  Another hazy may